We’re watching (and enjoying) Stranger Things on Netflix, but last night I startled awake out of a really freaky show-fueled nightmare. The show is eerie, mostly not scary, and while I’m watching it, I’m okay, but apparently one part of it got in my head. In my dream, that part of the show was standing over my side of the bed, and – yeah, okay, I’m not writing about it anymore. It’s creeping me out again, and it’s daylight outside.
John would like to know when I’m planning to stop having nightmares like a little kid. The shot of adrenaline he got when I practically screamed my way awake kept him up for another half-hour in the middle of the night. He can just deal. At least he wasn’t afraid of the dark the rest of the night. I made him go with me when I got up to pee. He guarded the door. (Man, I am acting like a little kid.)
I’m okay now. I survived. Of course, that was only last night, and it hasn’t gotten dark again since then…